The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes
What is war? war is hope, to see your loved ones after it ends, without knowing if it ever will.war is love, the kind of love which turns nation against nation but stands united together for once. War is guilt, which eats you up like a worm, feeding on rotten creatures. but you can’t do anything now, all the bloodshed has ended. You have to … Continue reading What is war?
My sweet one. He has fallen. He’s down. He has been cut. They’ve landed a strike on him. He is bleeding from the thigh. Dripping down. Red water down the skin. No no.. Allow him to cry.. Let him feel it.. Meanwhile stay with him. Just be there with him. Remain at his side. He needs healing. He is lying down. Wounded. Hurt. Assailed. Damaged. … Continue reading Prayer for survivors of a Devastating Terrorist Attack